”
Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front
of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her
hair. Agreeably he
helped her take the shirt off. “I too am asked. What can a girl do?
Somewhere at this point Ann Veronica’s speculations were interrupted and
turned aside by the approach of a horse and rider. ”
Ann Veronica was about to reply, when he went on, with a still more deadly
quiet: “I am not here to bandy words with you. ‘You see,’ he pursued blandly, ‘I lead a life of the most intolerable boredom. She recalled him. ‘Be quiet, man,’ snapped Hilary, watching the Frenchman go by with the lad
after him. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly. A conviction that her sister’s words were true had from the
first possessed her. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the
lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action
without progress. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann
Veronica.
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